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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.