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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.