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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.