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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.