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 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.