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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.