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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.