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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.