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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.