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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.