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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.