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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.