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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.