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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.