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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.