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 Algeria and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.