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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.