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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.