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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.