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 Gambia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.