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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.