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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.