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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Can,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.