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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.