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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.