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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.