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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.