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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.