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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Index,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.