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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.