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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.