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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.