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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.