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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.