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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.