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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.