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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.