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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.