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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.