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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
CMW,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Q65,
Monks,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.