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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Yaz,
cv313,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Visage,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.