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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.