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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.