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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
CMW,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.