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 Finland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.