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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.