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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.