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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.