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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.