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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.