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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.