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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.