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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.