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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.