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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.