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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.