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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.