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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
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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.