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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.