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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.