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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.