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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.