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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Oneida,
ABBA,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.