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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.