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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Model 500,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.