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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.