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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.