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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.