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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.