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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.