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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.