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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Ituana,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.