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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.