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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.