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 New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.