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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.