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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.