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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Yaz,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.