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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.