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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.