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 Yemen and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.