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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.