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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.