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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.