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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.