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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.