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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.