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 Zambia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.