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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nico,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.