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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.