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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.