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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.