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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.