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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.