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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Can,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.