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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.