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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.