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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.