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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.