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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.