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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.