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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
DNA,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.