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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.