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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.