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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.