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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Television,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.