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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.