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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.