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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.