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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.