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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.