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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.