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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Names,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.