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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marcia Griffiths 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?
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.