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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.