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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.