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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.