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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.