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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.