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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.