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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.