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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Index,
Sparks,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.