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 Burundi 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.