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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.