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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.