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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
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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.
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.