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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.