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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.