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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.