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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.