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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.