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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.