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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.