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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.