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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.