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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.