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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.