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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.