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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.