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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Liliput to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.