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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.