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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.