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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.