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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.