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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.