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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.