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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.