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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Index,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
the Association,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.