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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
ABC,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.