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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Matthew Bourne 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.