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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.