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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.