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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Television,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.