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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.