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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.