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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.