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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.