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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Television,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.