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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.