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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.