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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.