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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.