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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.