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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.