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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.