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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.