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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.