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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.