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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.