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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.