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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.