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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.