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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Arcadia,
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.