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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.