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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.