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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.