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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.