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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.