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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.