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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.