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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.