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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.