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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.