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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
JFA,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.