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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.