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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Names,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.