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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.