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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
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.