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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.