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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Josef K,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.