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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.