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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
ABC,
The Residents,
Slave,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.