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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.