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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.