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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.