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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.