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 India and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.