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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.