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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.