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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.