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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.