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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.