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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.