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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters 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?
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
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You don't know what you really want.
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