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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Monks,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Franke,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.