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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.