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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.