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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.