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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.