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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.