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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.