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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.