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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
AZ,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.