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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.