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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
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Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.