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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.