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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.