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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.