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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.