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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.