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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Index,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.