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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.