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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.