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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.