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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.