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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Sound,
Brick,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.