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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.