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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.