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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Names,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.