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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.