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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.