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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.