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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.