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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.