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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.