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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.