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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.