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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.