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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.