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 Manila.
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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.