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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Rekid,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.