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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.