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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Wake,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.