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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.