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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Organ to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.