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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.