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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.