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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.