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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.