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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.