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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.