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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.