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 India and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Echospace,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.