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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.