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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.