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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
the Association,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.