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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Make Up,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.