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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.