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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Index,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.