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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.