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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.