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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.