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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.