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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
New Order,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.