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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Index,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.