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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.