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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.