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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.