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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.