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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.