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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.