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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.