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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.