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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.