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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.