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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.