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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.