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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.