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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.