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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.