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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Fear,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.