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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.