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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Urselle,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.