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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.