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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.