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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators 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 grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.