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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.