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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.