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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.