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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.