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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Scion,
Crime,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.