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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.