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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.