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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.