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 Montenegro 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.