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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.