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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.