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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.