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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Erasure,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.