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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.