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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.