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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.