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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.