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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
EPMD,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Monks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.