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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.