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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.