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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Can,
Liliput,
Television,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Magma,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.