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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.