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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.