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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.