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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.