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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.