Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.