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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
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.