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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.