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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.