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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.