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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.