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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Television,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.