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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.