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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Fear,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.