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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.