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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.