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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.