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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.