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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.