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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.