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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.