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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.