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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Pole,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.