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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Monks,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.