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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.