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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.