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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Organ,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.