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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.