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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.