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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.