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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.