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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.