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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 808 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.