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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.