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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.