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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.