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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
the Association,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.