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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.