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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.