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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.