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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.