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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.