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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.