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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.