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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.