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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.