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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Crime,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.