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 Sudan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Wings,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.