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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.