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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.