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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.