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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.