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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.