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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.