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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.