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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Roxette,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.