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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Television,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.