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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.