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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.