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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.