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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.