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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.