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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.