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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.