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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.