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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.