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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.