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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.