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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.