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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.