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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Unwound,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.