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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.