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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.