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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Wings,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.