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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.