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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.