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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.