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 Monaco and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.