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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.