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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.