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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Magma,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Wire,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.