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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.