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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.