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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.