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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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 Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.