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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.