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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.