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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.