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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.