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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.