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 Samoa and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.