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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.