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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.