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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.