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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.