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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
cv313,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.