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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.