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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.