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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
10cc,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.