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 India and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.