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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.