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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.