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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.