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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.