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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 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 The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
MC5,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.