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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.