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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.