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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.