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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.