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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.