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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.