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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.