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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.