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 Benin and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.