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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.