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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.