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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.