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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.