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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.