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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.