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 Spain 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Television,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Move,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.