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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.