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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.