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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.