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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.