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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
The Associates,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.