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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.