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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.