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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.