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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
X-102,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.