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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.