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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.