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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.