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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.