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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.