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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.