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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Skaos,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.