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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.