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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.