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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.