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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.