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 Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
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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.