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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.