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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Nas,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.