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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.