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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.