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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.