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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.