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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.