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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.