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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.