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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.