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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
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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.