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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.