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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Ohio Players 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.