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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Symarip,
Quantec,
June Days,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.