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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.