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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.