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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.