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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.