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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.