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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.