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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.