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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.