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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.