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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.