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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.