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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Scion,
The Index,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.