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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.