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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.