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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
MDC,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.