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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Technova,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.