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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.