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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.