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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.