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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.