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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.