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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.