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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.