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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.