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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.