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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.