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 Milan.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
AZ,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.