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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.