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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
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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.