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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.