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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fear to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Wire,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.