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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.