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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.