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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.