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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.