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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.