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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.