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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Names,
June of 44,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.