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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.