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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.