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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.