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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.