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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.