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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.