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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.