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 Congo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.