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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.