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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 AZ to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.