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 Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.